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Again

I sit with no words.

My visions blinded

by the brightest aridity.



Please, bring me emotion.

I sit with no thought.

My mind of vacant.

Again



I am detatched from

All of thoes moments

That are always there

Always



Again

I've let go of the memories.

If I were to keep

I would die of sorrow.



To relive my youth

would cost me my future.

In my youth, I was daring.

Always



Daring

I would free myself

from all responsibilty

live life with freedom.



Freedom

Long has it been

since I recognized that word.



Dare I relive my youth.

Always I would be free....

Again.